Future Tough

Nothing positive about the future to write The future seems shite That must be why I only write about what has come pass The good bit's I somehow gloss over the bad bit's Because I have short term memory loss When it involves shame and blame So what of the future ? Ask me tomorrow And I will tell my pen to lie If I don't like the outcome Ill just polish my paint's And get someone else to play me Portray me As a multiple gold winner Thinner and Majestic Modeled in plastic Fantastic Science fiction Like making predictions